06-04-2009, 03:19 PM
When the kiss finally ended, Hunter placed his forehead on Grace's. "I...am sorry, my love," he whispered, and a single, tiny, almost invisible tear fell from his eye and on to her face, and slowly traveled down until it entered her lip. If there was nothing left between the two 'lovers' he would silently carry her to his foes and give them to her as promised, and would not leave or even let them touch her until he had Alexander.
Grace....What will I do without?
((Wow...this is depressing....You know, for some reason, whenever I think of Hunter and Grace, Romeo and Juliet come to mind. Both lovers, in a way, and both are tragic.))
Grace....What will I do without?
((Wow...this is depressing....You know, for some reason, whenever I think of Hunter and Grace, Romeo and Juliet come to mind. Both lovers, in a way, and both are tragic.))